Robert your story didnt really mirror the other story. or it would have went.
“James, I’m afraid.” Donna nuzzled her face against his chest, as a thick globule of man jelly floppackled of her chin onto his ball fro.
That would put these two stories in the same neighborhood.
This was a good story, not that the other wasnt, but this story wont get some twelve year old all hot and bothered and his parents catch him a blasphemous position with a punctured watermelon.
nice writing though.

aww, sweet, as mushy as my story, “Moment”. :P

Yes, mushy and sweet, but the writing is solid. I have no idea what song it is though. A mushy one?

awww, i remember when someone told me that. there are a ton of songs that fit this, but what song is it?

“Stand by Me” by Ben E. King
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbg7YoXiKn0